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A Love like Yours, like Ours, like Mine

They tell me to love myself
They don't know that loving you is easier
They tell me to love myself first and then I can love you

They don't know that loving you has opened the door to loving me
You see the pieces of myself I bury in darkness and you embrace them, embrace me, whole heartedly and I join you as we wrap our arms around me
Soothing your demons has taught me how to sooth mine

Your candor has taught me how to be myself
I can face the world knowing that you love me and now I love me too
You've taught me I can live without you
I never want to see the day I do

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